I was supposed to be a Doctor.

I studied biology in undergrad, the body as a system, until something led me toward a different system. The mind, and everything it learns to hide.

I was born in Lagos in 2001. I make my work in Houston, in acrylic, wood, wax, and dirt. I don't clean my materials up. I let them stay raw, because the things we actually feel never actually arrive clean.

What I paint is the interior. Identity, memory, the slow decay of the self we build to survive. I'm drawn to the tension most people spend a lifetime avoiding. Chaos and control. Light and shadow. Who we perform, and who we are when no one is watching.

For a long time I kept the emotional and the psychological in separate rooms. The work is where I stopped doing that. It became a confession, as much for me as for you.

I think of every piece as a mirror. Stand with it long enough and I disappear. What's left is you. Your questions. The parts you've buried so well you forgot they were yours.

That's what I'm after. Not just something to hang. Something that looks back until you realize that what’s looking back was always you.